Sixtieth lunacy

Five years ago, we got married. The invitations said, "Vespers and reception to follow."

I'll never forget our wedding night: I had an ear infection, and my new husband sang and sang to me for hours. And we watched Brit Sits, as it was a Saturday.

It seems strange to have lost two parents and gained a son in that time. I've never known how to answer the question, "Where do you see yourself in five years?" I don't look back very well, either. But this does make me curious to see what will happen in the next five. Will I be able to weather storms more gracefully? Will I be able to give strength to my family?